This blog is called whatever they sing, in homage to a favourite poem from a favourite poet.
The poet is E. E. Cummings. This is the relevant part of the aforementioned (untitled) poem:
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
There probably won’t be many blog posts. On the whole, the poetry and fiction parts of the site will be the most dynamic, and the Brush Pass Books page where my nascent book-selling business is located.